Blackwolf Driver Novels & Stories

My bones crack, and my muscles tear, but the agony is over in a split second. It’s dark. I can’t see. We’re under the cloak. I claw at the fabric, ripping a hole to wriggle out, ready to fight for my freedom, but I emerge into chaos. No one spares me a glance. They’re all panicking, hollering, crowded into the corners of the van as they try to fend off the enormous pitch-black wolf darting and slavering at them. “Fucking hell, not in the van!” the driver shouts, veering as a male slams into his shoulder while trying to escape the black wolf’s snapping jaws. She’s magnificent.

It was a declaration. The midnight blue wolf turned back to the attackers—his attackers—and without hesitation, he lunged. He moved like a storm unleashed. And under the moonlight, Jaxon Blackwood descended upon them like....death itself.

I questioned Charles from the driver's seat without taking my eyes from the wolf. “Your highness?” There was a confusion in his tone to which I dragged my gaze from the wolf towards him. Just as I had suspected, through the rear view mirror, his brows knitted close to each other as he glanced between focusing on the road and back at me. He hadn't noticed them yet, I couldn't blame him, he had been driving ever since we began this journey. I should have been the one to notice it. My gaze whipped back towards the tree lines with a frown on my face, who was that wolf and why was it tailing us?

I turned away to give him privacy, and I heard him laugh. "You can watch, I am not shy. Besides, we have seen each other," He teased reminding me of our hot moment by the fire. The memory made me horny and I wanted to be touched, but I refused to turn around. After some seconds of quiet, I turned and saw the majestic big black wolf. Alex had shifted. His wolf held a presence. It was bigger than all the wolves I had seen in the yellow moon pack, his eyes were black as night, and they held control.

Absolute silence but our eyes were speaking out loud. “How long are you planning to hold me?” trying to lose myself from him, I said but his hands were stronger than of any other wolves in Blackwood. Then I kicked him right between his legs with my knee. “What the fuck? Do you wanna kill me so badly Debra. It hurts.” He cried in pain and I was standing proudly after kicking his ass hard. Hope his mind is in right place now. “You should have better let me loose from your arm. You deserve it.” I smirked as I continue walking through the forest.

He chuckles like the sick, twisted fucker he is, and I gritted my teeth, calling out to my wolf for strength and courage, 'cause I'm sure as hell I'd be needing it. I all but closed my eyes as unbelievable shock gripped my soul just when I was ready to kick the motherfucker on the face even if it was the last thing I would have done on this earthly plane. A midnight black wolf, twice larger than mine, was growling thunderously at the naked bastard whose eyes were drilling a hole right into my pussy. And as his scent wafted through the air and infiltrated all senses of me without permission, it didn't take me even a second long to realize who my knight in shining midnight black armor was. The

Blake secretly enjoyed William’s reaction. Unlike their adversaries, the yellow-eyed werewolves fed on the blood and flesh of animals. They eat typical things like grains, veggies, and fruits, yet there are moments when their bodies crave that type of food. Their throats become dry when they do not consume animal flesh or blood. They can’t stand it since it’s so painful, which is why they keep stock in the kitchen. Blake wouldn’t know if they were changing them every day with fresh ones because he was never assigned to the kitchen.

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

Her friend's scream was piercing but brief. Five wolves were down, seemingly unmoving while Victor got to another's shoulder. The biggest of the group limped to the side, not as fast as before but continuing to get in a bite when he could. Victor jumped over the next one and took a bite at their hips while hitting the other with a strong kick to the jaw. More blood fell and she realized he was toying with them. The back of her knees hit the seat, tipping her into the car as her head throbbed and her chest heaved with leaden gasps. Pins and needles prodded at her.

Jasmine teased. After some time, Trav finally arrived with his mate in the passenger seat. Once we confirmed everyone had made it, Alpha Vic went to grab his car and pulled out of the garage in a bright red Porsche 911. "What the fuck?" Tyce exclaimed. "Who the fuck drives a Porsche in the middle of fucking nowhere Alaska, especially when half the roads aren't paved?" "Someone with 'fuck you' money?" Blake offered. "His pack is in shambles! And he's buying a 'fuck you' car?" Tyce scoffed. "That's definitely a 'fuck you' to his pack, that's for sure."